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He still hasn’t found a star for him.
Though it always seems to have been, it’s in the wake of Blazestar’s death that his sleep seems to struggle the most. He’s spent his nights stargazing instead of resting, for the most part, with sleep only arriving just short of sunrise. The lead warrior’s had plenty of time to find a star for Blazestar in the night sky, just as he’s found one for Daisyflight, for Snowpath, for Sheepcurl, and so on. Yet he can’t seem to find one that seems right for the leader — one bright enough, gold enough.
What he has found, however, is someone else struggling to sleep. Often, others sit out at night too — for shorter amounts of time — but Dogbite is a new one as of late. The older warrior avoids sleep for just as long as him. Longer, even, for when Greeneyes finally retreats to his nest, Dogbite still remains awake. Though they share something in common, Greeneyes can’t help but to be concerned for the cinnamon and white tom.
Another night falls upon the pine forest, and Greeneyes settles into his routine, padding out of the warrior den to sit under the stars. Malachite eyes find the familiar form nearly right away in the shadows, and instead of sitting in his usual spot, he pads over to sit beside the scarred warrior.
“ You haven’t been sleeping, “ he notes, his words breaking the night's silence as he turns to look at Dogbite.
Though it always seems to have been, it’s in the wake of Blazestar’s death that his sleep seems to struggle the most. He’s spent his nights stargazing instead of resting, for the most part, with sleep only arriving just short of sunrise. The lead warrior’s had plenty of time to find a star for Blazestar in the night sky, just as he’s found one for Daisyflight, for Snowpath, for Sheepcurl, and so on. Yet he can’t seem to find one that seems right for the leader — one bright enough, gold enough.
What he has found, however, is someone else struggling to sleep. Often, others sit out at night too — for shorter amounts of time — but Dogbite is a new one as of late. The older warrior avoids sleep for just as long as him. Longer, even, for when Greeneyes finally retreats to his nest, Dogbite still remains awake. Though they share something in common, Greeneyes can’t help but to be concerned for the cinnamon and white tom.
Another night falls upon the pine forest, and Greeneyes settles into his routine, padding out of the warrior den to sit under the stars. Malachite eyes find the familiar form nearly right away in the shadows, and instead of sitting in his usual spot, he pads over to sit beside the scarred warrior.
“ You haven’t been sleeping, “ he notes, his words breaking the night's silence as he turns to look at Dogbite.